"Ow, what hit me?" Blades murmured as he tried to sit up. A firm but gentle hand on his chest pushed him back down.
"Easy- easy now. You're safe now. I'm going to ask you some questions, just answer them the best you can. If you don't know, just say 'I don't know'. Are you ready?" a calm but unfamiliar voice asked him.
"Uh huh"
"What is your name?"
"Blades"
"Do you know where you are?"
Blades turned on his optics, then immediately shut them off before restarting them slowly and glanced around. He was on a flat, inclined medical berth in a large room filled with a mix of Cybertronian and Human medical equipment. The unfamiliar bot whose hand was on his chest was mostly red with white arms and face mask. If it weren't for the Autobot badge he wore, Blades would have started to panic.
"Uh, base?"
"Hmm. Can you be more specific? What city are we in?"
That was an easy one. There was only one town on the island, and he hadn't left the island.
"Griffin Rock"
Even with the facemask and visor, he could tell that the bot in front of him was frowning.
"Then where am I?" Blades asked, panic building up. Then he heard it. "And what's wrong with my voice? This is not MY voice!" he practically shouted. Blades pushed the hand on his chest aside and got up off the medical berth.
Two more Autobots (he could tell from their badges) chose that moment to enter the room.
"Hey, Aid, is Blades- Blades! You're alive!" This one then hugged him. He reminded Blades of Chase, but in appearance alone. Sort of. More casual, less blue, and a lot more huggy. It was kind of nice. He didn't have a lot of friends who could give him a giant robot sized hug like that.
The other bot that entered the room was blue, but looked more like Optimus Prime.
"Streetwise, give him some space, he just woke up!" Blue Optimus scolded, and too soon the hug was over. "Now shoo! I need to talk with First Aid and Blades alone for a bit."
The Chase look alike- Streetwise- left the room with a huff.
"Okay Blades, do you know who I am?" he asked.
"Optimus?" Blades answered cautiously.
"Jesus Christ," apparently-not-Optimus sighed.
"I don't know who that is either"
"Streetwise! Groove! Get back in here!" Not-Optimus said, opening the door, letting the two crash into the room. Streetwise quickly got up and dusted himself off while the other- Groove- took his time. "Blades, do you recognize these two?"
Blades shook his head. Not-Optimus sighed.
"I'll call Optimus-"
"I know who that is!" Blades interrupted. Not-Optimus glared at him.
"I'll call Optimus and have him send Ratchet and Wheeljack over. First Aid, finish scanning him. I want a full report when you're done. Streetwise, Groove, stay with him and try to see if you can trigger a memory or something. Blades, sit back down. I don't know what's wrong with you, but more times than not, moving makes things worse. Any questions?"
Blades raised his hand.
"Yes Blades?"
"If you're not Optimus, then who are you?"
Everyone stared at him.
"Hot Spot"
"That kind of sounds like Heatwave. Are you their leader?"
"I'm our leader"
"I- how can that be? I've never met any of you before"
The staring continued, accompanied by an awkward silence.
"Hot Spot, could I have a word with you? Privately?" First Aid asked, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, meet me in comms once you're done with the scans. Streetwise, there's a mirror in the garage, make sure Blades knows what he looks like. Groove, call the Aerialbots and get them over here"
"Yeah, sure man." Groove left the room, then walked back in. "What for?"
"To see if they're having the same problem"